Play Hard

Sweet

[Author's POV] 

Atsumu mumbled and groaned in his sleep. His eyes twitched as he felt the warmth of the duvet hugging his legs. And for a moment, Atsumu just wanted to lie in bed all morning, just thinking about how miserable his life currently was. 

However, it was as if his brain paused for a moment and Atsumu had to think about that last thought. 

Miserable? 

For some reason, he did not feel like that today, and instead, it was replaced by physical pain and undeniable soreness in places he did not think could be sore. So slowly his eyes began to flutter open as the morning ambiance seeped through the dark curtains of the bedroom. 

A bedroom so unfamiliar to the blond who slowly glanced around at his surroundings. There was nothing much hanging on those black walls aside from a large decorative clock. He then finally sat up in bed and blearily looked around only to wince when he shifted his lower half. And slowly, the memories from the night prior made the blond pause. His eyes briefly widened, recalling the touches, kisses, the pain, but also the pleasure. 

And for a moment he couldn't process it all, but his eyes soon softened with warmth and joy. A small blush appeared on his cheeks and he gripped the blanket on his lap before wrapping it around himself and getting up; slowly pressing the heels of his feet against the cold floor and limping while walking around the room. 

His fingers gently pressed down on one of the drawers that he slightly ran his fingers on. He then tilted his head and reached to grab a dark oak wood picture frame sitting there. The picture was none other than a teenage Sakusa with a cocky smirk as he held a trophy. Right next to him stood a taller and much older man who made Atsumu wonder who he was. He had an intense stare that would probably make anyone nervous, and Atsumu just felt nervous looking at the photo.

His mind drifted, lost in thoughts until he felt large, warm arms wrap around his blanketed figure. He tensed, a startled yelp escaping his lips, but the familiar scent of cologne and body wash quickly soothed him. 

"O-Omi?"

Sakusa's presence was unmistakable. He relaxed, leaning back into the embrace as Sakusa rested his chin in the crook of Atsumu's neck, his lips brushing gently over the dark marks he'd left on Atsumu's skin the night before.

Atsumu let out a small whine, tilting his head slightly to meet Sakusa's eyes. His cheeks flushed, recalling the events of the previous night. His body still buzzed with nervous energy. Sakusa, ever observant, smirked, his voice low as he teased, "Are you in any pain?"

Atsumu's face only grew redder, and he pouted slightly, turning his head away. "Shut up," he muttered, his voice tinged with embarrassment. Sakusa's soft laughter followed, and he pressed a gentle kiss to Atsumu's exposed shoulder where the blanket had slipped down.

"I made breakfast," Sakusa murmured against Atsumu's skin, his breath warm. "Go take a bath so we can eat and talk." 

Atsumu bit his lip, nodding slowly before setting the picture frame down on the dresser. Sakusa noticed the frame but didn't say anything, instead turning to fetch some clothes from the closet. He handed them to Atsumu with a casual air before heading back to the kitchen.

Left alone, Atsumu sighed, casting a quick glance at the photo one last time before grabbing the clothes and shuffling toward the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Sakusa stood in the kitchen, sitting down two plates of food, very proud of his work. The thought of Atsumu bathing, while he cooked, made him hum to himself in slight content. 

He then turned, pouring coffee into two mugs. Atsumu's was the fox mug he'd left behind the last time, and Sakusa made sure to add extra hazelnut creamer, knowing Atsumu liked it sweet.